Going to Mount Athos is probably the closest anyone can come to moving back to the Middle Ages and have a sense of what it might have been like to walk many miles before you sleep and put your exhausted head down on a bed provided by a religious house.
The near absence of careening motorcars and overhead passing jets, the sounds of nature and the occasional howls of wolves brings one to a kind of material solitude that doesn't come easily to the desensitized modern soul.
One simply must "retreat" from the world for a time and re-order the soul, come back into contact with the baptismal child in order to see the true proportion of one's life in the lines of eternity. Mount Athos is a place you can do that.
Please excuse that this link will take you to New Liturgical Movement, enjoy the journey to Sandro Magister's wonderful essay.
Pentecost on Mount Athos
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